Someone tried to kill themselves jumping in front of the train I'm on. Wtf.
There were two long haired greasy metal heads and two track suit bros and a man that moved his lips while reading. There was also a nerdy-ish tight-curled boy wearing metal garb with light wash jeans and all black medical-grade tennis shoes. He was trying not to look too in aw over the pro metal heads. Someday young boy, your tight curls will flow into long bodacious dark locks. Someday, young boy your mother will let you get the combat boots instead of your grandfathers hand-me-downs. Someday.
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